Magic Touch: Part 1.
PART I | PART II
Pairing: Gale Dekarios x Fem!Pixie!reader
Warnings: Smut 18+, size kink (no like actually fr, you're like the height of a barbie if not slightly smaller), object insertion, anal.
Word count: 2.0k
Summary: While Gale is wallowing in his tower back in Waterdeep he has the company of you, his little pixie friend.
Notes: Okay so basically you know I how after the netherese orb went into his chest, Gale-y pooh stayed in his tour alone for like a year, as soon as I heard that I knew I wanted to write something horny about that. I literally love raunchy stories about miserable people in isolation (lighthouse reference?) and I also love fairies and pixies and I LOVE how Dolly Dolly Dolly looked in bg3. So then I was like whose most likely to fuck a pixie out of the party in bg3 and I feel like it's obviously Gale. So I was like you know what would be fun? Miserable, isolated, untouched in a very long time, hasn't seen a woman in gods know how long Gale getting it on with the only woman around who just happens to be his family's little pixie servant (or whatever). Please enjoy, I know a lot of you are Gale-heads so I hope you all can get a kick (and your rocks off) out of this.
The muscles of your tiny arms strain as you struggle to pull the book Gale requested off the shelf with all your might. You manage to wedge it loose, your wings fluttering rapidly behind you as your body drops from the weight of the heavy volume. You fly as fast as your wings can carry you towards Gale’s study, trying to avoid the fate of becoming squished like a bug beneath the hefty load in your grasp.
You finally allow your body to relax as you drop the book on his desk with a loud clatter.
“I believe this is the one you were asking for, Mr. Dekarios— Enjoy it, because this is the last book I’ll be getting you in a while.” You pant, your body sweaty from exertion as you rest your small frame against the book’s broad spine.
Gale’s solemn face lifts from the pages of another book perched between his fingers, the look in his eyes realms away as he turns to thank you.
“…Yes, sorry, that’ll be all for now— Why don’t you go see if Tara is in need of your company.” Gale mutters, waving you away.
“That mangy priss? The only company she’s in need of is a boot up the arse… Are you sure you’re alright? You seem a little worse for wear… If you don’t mind me saying, Mr. Dekarios, you look like you haven’t slept in ages— just dreadful, really.” You ask, looking over his bloodshot eyes and the darkness adorning the skin beneath them.
Ever since the incident your young master hasn’t been the same. He used to be so chatty, overly chatty even, he used to ask you questions about the Feywild until you were about ready to send him there yourself. But now you were lucky if you got him to mumble pleasantries in your general direction. He hardly even spoke to that bothersome tressym he seemed so fond of anymore— Much less to anyone of his own species.
“Always the charmer… I’m fine, besides the obvious…. There’s no need for you to worry about me.” Gale sighs, his head falling between his shoulders as he half-heartedly turns his attentions back to the opened book on his desk.
You watch as his glossy eyes scan over the same passage over and over and over again, the yellowed page remaining unturned. You hate seeing him like this, so devoid of the bright, unwavering curiosity of the wizard you once knew. You’re about to try your luck with the cat when suddenly an idea pops into your mischievous little mind— a rather pleasurable idea at that.
“You know, Mr. Dekarios, you don’t have to pretend— I know you’re lonely. It’s only natural, you’re a man and it’s been quite some time since you’ve had some, shall we say… company.” You giggle, a devilish grin tugging at the corners of your parted lips.
“What are you implying?” Gale questions, his voice almost indignant as he looks up from the worn pages once more.
“What I mean is, your bollocks must be bursting— Half a year with only books to warm your bed, you’re in desperate need of a woman’s touch.” You clarify, pushing off where your body rests and walking closer to him.
“Excuse me I- I find that highly insulting. My bollocks are perfectly fine and even if they weren’t I’d be hard-pressed to find a woman willing to be blown up just to satisfy my… urges.” Gale blurts, struggling to maintain his composure at the blunt words that fall from your sharp tongue.
“Well, small as I may be, I do so happen to be a woman…” You coo, bringing your hands to the neckline of your dress before pulling it down to reveal your breasts.
“See.”
“Oh gods, what are you doing?” Gale exclaims, covering his eyes with a hand as heat blooms within his cheeks at the sight of your small, naked chest.
You remove your dress the rest of the way, tossing the garment aside on his desk as your now bare figure prances to where his other hand lays.
“I can give you what you need, these little hands can still stroke all the right places, and I have all the same parts to play with as any other blushing maiden. Come, touch me. It’ll make you feel better— I guarantee it.” You smile, wrapping your arms around his finger and dragging his hand towards the center of the desk.
You turn the digit over, his palms facing up as you place the pad of his finger between your legs. A high-pitched moan escapes your throat as your little cunt presses flush against the tip of his finger. The tip of his index is wide enough to take up your entire slit, his touch stimulating all parts of you at once.
“See, same parts.” You breathe, biting your lip as his warm skin brushes against your bitty clit.
Gale chokes back a groan at the feel of your small wet cunt against him, tracing his finger over your slick folds. You whimper as he moves, encouraging him to explore your body further as he pushes harder against your slit— Your arousal coating his finger.
You were right.
He had missed this, the feel of a woman writhing beneath his touch, of her sweet juices coating his skin.
How long had it been?
Every day since he lost Mystra’s favor feels like an eternity, he can’t remember the last time he lay with her— That’s for the best, ruminating on fond memories only makes it harder for him to let go. Right now, he has the chance to make some new fond memories… with you.
It would be a shame to let the chance pass him by.
“You’re quite the forward little faerie, but I suppose there’s no harm in being candid.” Gale chuckles, bringing his other hand to your face and gently stroking over your delicate features with a knuckle.
“Already feeling chipper, Mr. Dekarios?” You joke, your head falling back as you roll your hips against his explorative touch.
“Gale.” He insists.
“I’ve told you there’s no need for formalities, especially not now.” He finishes, a charming grin spreading across at his handsome features.
“Alright, Gale it is… Fuck I need you inside of me, but I don’t think I’m equipped for that.” You gasp, your walls clenching around nothing as you grind your cunt frantically against him.
“Worry not my lady, I’m sure I have something around here I can use to grant you release.” He says, removing his hands from you to rummage through the messy drawers of his desk.
You press your thighs together, seeking the friction lost when he took away his deliciously eager touch. You pray that he’ll find something, anything that will fit inside your tiny hole and quickly.
Your prayers are answered when he pulls out a small pouch, reaching inside it and retrieving a sewing pin with a round head.
“it’s a bit… crude but I’m sure we can make it work.” Gale laughs nervously, gazing down at you apologetically.
“I’m willing to try anything once— Stick it in.” You shrug as you turn your back towards him and kneel where you stand.
You rest your weight on your shoulders as you lean forward and jut your hips in his direction, reaching around and holding the plush flesh of your ass apart for him.
Gale palms at himself over his pants, his cock throbbing as he brings the head of the pin towards your glistening cunt. He traces up your slit, trying to find your entrance. To be entirely honest he’s not sure where it is, it’s all so small. He pushes the head in, hoping he’s found what he’s looking for but, telling by the surprised yelp that escapes you he figures he’s made a grievous error.
“Ah… You’re a cheeky one. You know, you could’ve at least taken me out to dinner before putting it up my hide.” You joke, wincing as your body tenses around the large insertion
“I swear on my honor I wasn’t trying to do that— Please forgive me, gods, I’m so unbelievably sorry.” Gale apologizes, taking his hand off the needle and trailing a comforting finger over your lower back.
“There’s no need to snivel— I don’t mind, just caught me by surprise is all… I just need a second.” Your heart flutters at his nervousness.
You find his concern for you adorable— he was always such a kind master.
Your tiny, puckered hole stretches wide around the pin. The bulbous head buries itself deeper as your gaped hole swallows around it, trying to adjust to its sheer size compared to your small entrails. You look a bit like a bee with a lengthy metallic stinger— It would likely be humorous to most but for some reason it only serves to intensify the ache in Gale’s loins, his length twitching against the palm of his hand. He feels awful taking pleasure in your discomfort, like a degenerate even, but he can no longer help his baser instincts. He wraps his fingers around his stiffened manhood, kneading at the hardness over the velvety fabric clothing him and driving himself closer to the edge.
“You can keep going, I think this is as close to ready as I’m gonna get. Go on, fuck me, wizard— I know you must be dying to.” You tease, wriggling your hips playfully in his direction.
“Does this feel alright?” Gale asks, pushing the pin deeper into your tight ridged walls.
“Yes! It’s perfect— Keep going.” You take a sharp inhale, your nails leaving tiny scratch marks against the wooden desk as he begins fucking your ass.
Gale’s fingers continue working at his shaft, spurred on by your breathy cries of pleasure as the pin drags against your bowels. He pulls at the pin until the head is just barely visible inside your tight ring of muscle, winking at him as it tries to push the large object the rest of the way out, before he thrusts it back in until it’s completely engulfed by your pulsating hole.
He sinks the pin in as far as your small body will allow him to, making your shaky knees give out under you as you lose all control over your body. He was so deep inside of you, your pleasure ridden mind turns to mush— Your mouth is no longer capable of forming words, only incoherent pleas for release as wetness leaks between your thighs. The sight of you reduced to a trembling mess of tears and choked cries is enough to send Gale reeling as his balls pull taught against his body and he spills his ample seed into his pants, soiling his undergarments in its sticky warmth.
As he comes down from his high, he removes his hand from the wet spot on his trousers and reaches between the narrow space between your legs. He rubs at what he presumes to be your clit with his unsteady hands, circling his thumb around the area.
Your core throbs, your hips squirming away from his touch as pleasure overwhelms your senses. Your wings pull together tightly, twitching as your orgasm crashes into your used, weary body. They go limp as the last of the tremors of your ecstasy course through you, a breathless whine leaving your hoarse throat as gale pulls the pin from your posterior with a cork-like pop.
“Feel better?” You huff, lifting your head to look back at your sizeable lover.
“Don’t sell yourself short- Uh-hum… No pun intended, of course— You were… wonderful.” Gale praises, bringing his hands to your tiny, disheveled figure and scooping you up in his large hands.
“You sure know how to make a man feel spry— Now, rest. I won’t stand for you doing any more work today.” He instructs, carrying you to his bed and placing your body on his pillow before taking his place beside you.
You blush, your reddened cheeks aching from how wide a smile grows on your face. With those simple words you realize the most terrible thing— You’re completely, undoubtedly smitten with the man whose former lover was a goddess and whose family you were in service of. Not only that but he was ten times bigger than you. Pixies never have been known for their wisdom but, if loving him makes you a fool then you must be the biggest fool of them all.
